CASE FILE X.910138267473

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Rating: PG-13 strong language.

Summary: Helping on this case could cost the boys dearly.

Note: in my world season 9 doesn't exist…..or at least not like it is on television.

Date Finished: March 12, 2002

These are the accounts given concerning the events of December 10th to the 13th of 2001. These were given on December 14th of 2001 at the J. Edgar Hoover Building in Washington D.C. to agents John Doggett and Monica Reyes: X Files.

Medical documents attached.

Anderea Jupitor

Lone Gunmen Headquarters

"You can't be serious! This occult B.S. is your department, not ours," Frohike threw his hands up.

For being conspiracy theorists they aren't the most open-minded group of men. If it doesn't involve the government they just don't want to hear it.

"But since the F.B.I. and I aren't of speaking terms, I really need you guys' help on this," Mulder was almost pleading with them. Since he was no longer an agent he seemed more determined to solve the cases that still managed to cross his path.

"We respect you Mulder, we really do. It's just that….." Byers always looks for the softest way to knock someone down.

"The whole idea is too fucking nuts!" Langly always has a beautiful way with words.

Mulder continued to plea, "But these women are turning up dead. They're found lying among trees days after they go missing," he spread a folder of pictures across the table, all young women.

Langly still couldn't believe the whole idea, "But Vampires? Come on man."

I'm usually quiet during these meetings, same with Jimmy, but I couldn't let them not help, "What kind of help do you need?"

They all turned to me.

"What? These women are dying. Isn't that an important enough reason to help? Even if you don't believe in the possibilities," I couldn't help it. I was so frustrated with them over this.

Mulder smiled. I think it was having someone on his side, and I sounded like him. According to the stories I've heard from Agent Scully.

The three gunmen thought over my rational. The morals surly effected Byers at least.

Sure enough he nodded, "These women are dying and we owe it to find out why."

"And I'm sure we owe Mulder for something," Frohike too agrees.

Langly sighed heavily. He wasn't going to be fun on this endeavour. I could only imagine.

A smile of triumph crossed the ex-agent's face. It does always feel good to get them to do something for you, especially since they don't want to.

LGM VAN

Highway

"I can't believe we're actually taking this seriously," Langly hadn't stopped complaining since we pulled out of the alley.

"Just what is so unbelievable?" I couldn't handle him acting like this. He was whining, more than usual. And it wasn't just whining, it was comments directed at me.

"Don't tell me you buy into this whole vampire joke," Langly laughed at me.

"And what if I do?" I crossed my arms over my chest. It was definitely cold in the back of the van, and it had nothing to do with the weather. Usually we're cuddling at least, but there was this coldness, a vast gap between us. Like he was done with me and worst of all didn't care.

He shook his head at me, "If you do I swear you're—"

"I'm what Langly?" I haven't called him that since we started together, "Say it." I don't know what I was more, angry or hurt. But what I do know is that I really hate fighting and felt bad for Jimmy who had a ringside seat.

"Well, for starters, fucking stupid!" he hissed.

His words hit me as if he had physically hit me. I almost wish he had instead. Those bruises go away.

The van stopped sharply, "Rest stop," Frohike announced.

Langly leaped from the van without so much as a word.

"You want anything?" Jimmy asked before he and Byers also left.

I shook my head, leaving uncle and I alone.

"You ok kid?" he turned around to ask.

"Fine," the cracking in my voice betrayed the truth. And I knew he had heard everything, it is just a van after all, "Mind if I sit up front?"

I sniffled as I slide in next to him.

"You sure you're alright darlin'?" he put his arm around me as my head settled on his shoulder. He might look gruffy and sleazy, but he really is a teddy bear of a guy. Cuddly and secure.

Uncle patted my shoulder, "Langly can be a real dumb-ass. He just doesn't think before he speaks."

"Yeah," I choked out an agreement before tears streaked my face. I hate being the stereotypical emotional girl, but sometimes it gets the best of me. And is usually for very good reason. Like that week when I found out….oh nevermind.

The motion of the van must have lulled me to sleep because the next thing I remember is from a dream…..

I was running through the woods, like something was pulling me along. I stopped at a clearance. There was a man standing, waiting for me. He was as tall as Jimmy with the same hair, only black. And he seemed slimmer. His eyes were mesmerising. A misty blue. I couldn't help but stare into them. He slowly moved closer, drawing me in. He didn't speak, just watched me as I walked closer and closer to him……..

*CRASH *

"Opps, sorry," Jimmy had dropped something in the back. The van had stopped and it was parked by a cabin. We were there.

"Did I wake you up?" he asked apologetically, "Frohike told me to be quiet and to let you sleep."

"No, it's okay Jimmy," I stretched and yawned a little. I had been curled up across the front seat. "Do you need any help?"

"Not if you don't tell Langly I dropped one of his computer thingys," he half smiled in a hang dog expression.

"Okay, promise," I smiled back before sliding out of the seat and face to face with a strange man. I jumped back.

"Didn't mean to startle you," he apologised.

"It's alright," I was staring at him. He seemed so oddly familiar to me.

"Nigel Ramanga. I operate this place, and wanted to met who was staying in this cabin," he blurted out in almost one breath. He looked so familiar, but I couldn't place where. "You are?"

"Anderea," I caught myself staring at him, "I'll get my uncle." I excused myself as best I could. I didn't feel much like myself, more like someone was interfering. If that makes any sense. "Uncle 'Hike," I called him when I stepped into the cabin, "The head huncho is outside." We were out there to investigate him and the resort after all.

"Does he have fangs and a cape?" Langly replied snidely from behind a box.

"Just finish unpacking the equipment," Frohike ordered as he picked up a small electronic devise before going out to meet Nigel.

I watched from the side window for a moment before I recognised him. He looked so much like the male from my dream. But that'd be impossible. Just as I thought it, he glanced up at where I was, like he heard me identify him. He could have been just looking at the cabin, but it felt like he was centring in on me.